Instead of the Milky Way, they call their galaxy visible in the night sky the Ribcage. Streaks of stars arch their way across the sky, mimicking a human man's ribs, specifically the left side. Every culture has their own reasoning for this, but there is one reason that I would like to tell you.
Long ago, when Terras was young, the oldest son of the Creator-King went forth to walk amongst his father's creations, the humans and elves and dwarfs that roamed the world. One day Prince Coranth gathered a group of friends, and proposed to them a climb to the top of the mountains, looking for a pathway to the stars. They all readily assented, and they made their way to the top of the tallest mountain in the world.
While they lay on the mountaintop, with the prince pointing out to his friends the constellations his father had placed, Dragorth the Destroyer-Lord, enemy of the Creator-King, came up from the depths to destroy the world the Creator-King had made. When the company of Coranth saw from afar Dragorth's path of ruin and fire, they turned to face him, holding him off until the Creator-King could come and face his antithesis. One by one they fell by the wayside, unable to continue the fight, until only Coranth stood in the path of oblivion. Unable to do anything else, with his dying breath and the powers given him by his father who created All, the prince cast Dragorth to the farthest reaches of the universe, to sleep for a thousand years.
The Creator-King hastened to the spot of the battle, but because of the magic Coranth had cast, could not return his son to the mortal plane. In memory of the love the prince had shown, in recognition that Terras was indeed Coranth's heart who he had died for, the Creator-King cast his son's ribs to space, to remain visible throughout the year.
The ribs remind us of Coranth's sacrifice, for the sons of the Creator-King were to be immortal. Instead, Terras is his heart and his ribs protect it, deflecting harm and standing always steady, a glowing reminder in the night sky.
It was Monday night. Damp. Cold. And clearly uh... foggy. It reeked of garbage, sewage, and also... things that shall not be named.
Upon the window, there was a detective, looking at the the weekly paper finding a new lead on a murder case.
As he went downstairs, he could've sworn he heard an awful noise and took an awful whiff of fermented Chinese take-out. It gagged him so bad that he went to investigate THAT first. It turned out that it came from one his neighbors up a floor above him.
When he finally went in, he knocked on the bathroom door.
...
No answer.
When he opened the door, there was someone slumped on the toilet...
... Egads, that smell!
Yep, that was DEFINITELY what it was! A fresh corpse that just went to the bathroom and dropped dead on the spot.
But the fella looked awfully familiar to him. He looked back at the paper he was reading earlier and lo and behold, it WAS this man who's slumped over now!
This man had recently caused a mass food poisoning that claimed twelve people two hours after eating from the local buffet in town. Well, thirteen if you include the fella in the room now. Oh the sweet, sweet irony.
The detective pulled his phone and contacted the police informing them that he found the murderer.
When the police arrived, the forensics team concluded that he accidentally ate some of the food there.
The police wanted to arrest the fella, but you know...
